"Why do you want this to be about a class war, Walter? I found someone dead and I took the first volunteers that offered reasonable help and I didn't check if they were wearing a ball and chain. And then, yes, I cordoned it off until we got the alleged perpetrator to a cell where he was safe from killing anyone and safe from being killed by anyone. And some inmates that are literally always angry about being here tried to make it about Inmates versus Wardens because they make everything about that, even when it's not. And this wasn't. And I said so but they didn't want to hear it so I didn't dignify the rest with a response because I was trying to get the deceased to somewhere secure and I was trying to find out if there was brainwashing and there's only a point to arguing with people when the possibility exists for them to meet you somewhere in the middle, not when they've already decided that you're the embodiment of the oppressive regime and will colour everything you say and do to fit that role," Malcolm points out. "So forget about fucking Rosita and her pals and the chip on her fucking shoulder and tell me why you think I think that inmates are beneath me."

Malcolm swears so rarely that it's a harsh sound from his mouth.